I am a mansion with a dark interior that swallows every glimmer of light.
The glamorous exterior exudes perfection yet hiding numerous horrors that hold me captive.
The sun’s rays cannot penetrate through the curtains of impregnable dark emotions.

My sanity is a relentless super hero grappling my depression with unyielding success.
I am screaming for help but all you can see is my dazzling exterior that portrays comfort and enviable happiness.
They say love is the needed switch to unleash needed relief,
But alas l fumble in the darkness to no avail only stumbling countlessly on palpable blocks of hatred and despair.

I am a mansion with hounding demons dwelling in the basement ravenously devouring every ounce of joy.
Although I frequently laugh and smile it’s just a facade I built with cemented resolution to guard my heart from frequently trespassing hopes that only come to add more disappointments.

I am an ancient mansion built on tears and a gruesome childhood
They praise the exuberance of my wisdom that I perpetually unleash like rain on scorched minds to give birth to sprouting hopes,
Yet my life is the complete antithesis,
*a journey of a blind man trapped in a maze that goes nowhere.*
I speak of love with disdain,digging graves deep enough to bury the skeletons that reminds me of it.

Because love is tantamount to a tantalizing fragrance on the neck of a harlot that is enticing to the nostrils yet compelling you to the jaws of enslaving doom.
Love is like a magician with dexterous skill capturing the attention of a gullible audience awash in awe,
When the curtain closes,he is just an ordinary man who mastered the art of manipulation to grease the wheels of his existence with falsehood

Love is an ephemeral bliss that enslaves us to a...